Foundations of Comradship: Razor's Edge (LD and Hob)

[Maester Wargrave]

It wasn't always he did this. Normally, he preferred to observe the battle, his blue eyes taking in anything and everything...from fighting tactics to weapons...everything.

The red rocks broke under his black boots as he paced along the plain. VJun was quiet...save for the crackling of lightning above the towers of Bast Castle.

He breathed deeply, feeling the harsh air fill his lungs. Maester Wargrave knew it wasn't the best thing to do...but his body could handle it. The Force healed him quickly.

The leather of his guantlets squeaked as he flexed his hands.

"I know you are out there," his voice was silky.

"Thank you for coming," Wargrave gave a smile.

"You came prepared, I trust?"

[Lilaena De'Ville]

De'Ville was dressed in an armless blood red jumpsuit, razor sharp armblades strapped on to her forearms. The tips of the blades extended to her fingers, and a lightsaber was clipped to her belt. "I always come prepared, Wargrave."

[Maester Wargrave]

"As do I, Master De'Ville," Wargrave had a slight smile on his face, as he unhooked the chain of his cloak around his body. It fell, revealing his gray armored jumpsuit below it.

"Shall we have at each other then? If we are both prepared?"

[Lilaena De'Ville]

All this talk was going to make her old, but she simply nodded. She circled around him, arms up in front of her, and lightsaber not in her hand yet. There were no rules in a spar, if he chose to attack her with saber while she was not so armed, that was her own fault.

De'Ville feinted forward, and then fell back again, settling into a watchful circle, and waiting for him to go on the offensive.

[Maester Wargrave]

Wargrave took this as an invitation to act. And did so. He knew she was impervious to illusions and mind tricks. So it'd mean he'd have to rely on stuff other than what he was trained on.

So he leaped in the air, flipping behind De'Ville, then sent a kick towards her head.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

De'Ville watched him flip over her head, and then she dropped to the ground, his booted foot passing over her and missing completely. Slightly off balance from his miss, Wargrave stumbled, giving her time to flip onto her back and kick him in the back of the knee.

The woman rolled backwards and onto her feet, blades glittering dangerously in the halflight of the approaching storm.

[Maester Wargrave]

It was then the cloak attacked De'Ville.

The discarded cloak flew across the room, wrapping itself around the Lordess of Fear, as Wargrave guided its flight as best as he could.

Wargrave rolled over, favoring his knee just a bit...then sent a punch into De'Ville's covered face.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

Her head rocked backwards from the blow even as she wrenched the cloak from around her head. With a quick twist, she snapped the cloak at Wargrave, tangling it around his legs. De'Ville yanked on the end she was holding onto, and he lost his balance.

As he was falling, she launched herself at him, slashing her left armblade at his chest.

[Maester Wargrave]

He grabbed her armblade, feeling a small bit of pain as it dug into his gauntleted hand.

As he hit the ground, Wargrave drove De'Ville's hand into the ground next to him, armblade first.

He did his best to free himself from the cloak, then started to roll over.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

De'Ville fell forward as her hand was slammed into the ground, and Wargrave fell backwards at the same time. She stiffened her arm, and used it as a pivot point to sling her body around as he rolled over.

She landed on top of his back, and wrapped her legs tightly around his neck, using his momentum to pull her armblade out of the ground.

[Maester Wargrave]

Wargrave pitched forward, his momentum carrying back towards the ground. But with De'Ville on his back, he decided to keep going forward and let his motion carry her onto his shoulders.

Once De'Ville's legs had moved to his waist, Wargrave 'pushed' with the Force, throwing his Black Hand comrade from her perch on his shoulders.

She flew towards a rock about ten feet away, as Wargrave adjusted himself for her next attack.

[Evil Hobgoblin]

(ooc) I'm given to understand you guys want Hob around? Yes? No? Well, he's here. *WINK.*

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A heavy weight dropped neatly onto Wargrave's shoulders. The weight fell forward, flipping Wargrave flat on his back. He briefly got a glimpse of a tooth-filled grin before the small figure that was there moved away.

The little alien backpedaled into a cartwheel, landing perfectly poised with his hands gesturing in an artistic flourish. "Silly, unwatchful Wargrave," cackled Hobgoblin.

[Maester Wargrave]

Wargrave gave a low smile.

"So you did receive my invitation. Excellent."

A small stone, a piece of lava rose from behind Hobgoblin.

"I was beginning to think you hadn't."

The stone flew back, then changed direction, slamming into the head of the small alien.

"Welcome."

[Lilaena De'Ville]

As Wargrave fell, with her legs wrapped around his neck squeezing air out of his lungs, he left his back exposed to her blades. De'Ville slashed down viciously as he tried to counter, managing to score a hit, although with his armor it was hard to tell if she'd pierced the skin.

He threw her off, and she landed roughly, near a rock. Of course, on Vjun, there were rocks everywhere. She scrambled to her feet, flipping her lightsaber into her hand and initiating a pressure wave with the Force, knocking both the Goblin and Wargrave over with it.

[Maester Wargrave]

Wargrave rose again, noticing a long slash in his armor from where De'Ville had tried to cut him. It had damaged the armor but not any permanent damage.

But the cut on his forehead, from the Force Pressure Wave, did do some damage.

Lightning crackled from Wargrave's hands as he formulated his thoughts, letting the Force flow through him. It shot towards De'Ville striking her body and sending her back.
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After about ten seconds, Wargrave let up with his assault and removed his own lightsaber.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

De'Ville caught the lightning on her saber blade, diffusing the attack until Wargrave ceased trying, and took his own saber into his hand. She kept an eye on the Goblin, and motioned Wargrave closer. "Come, let us dance."

She leveled her saber tip at him, and set her feet for an attack.

[Maester Wargrave]

*SNAP-HISS*

The yellow of Wargrave's new saber ignited, filling the orange air of VJun with an odd glow.

"Yes...lets"

Then he closed the distance between the two, his saber making a swing towards her chest.

[Evil Hobgoblin]

The knock to the back of his skull and the ensuing pressure wave sent Hob reeling. When Wargrave struck with Force Lightning, the alien was not ready for it at all, and so he promptly flopped to the ground convulsing.

In an instant, however, he seized full control of his faculties through the Force. With a neat flip, he was onto his feet, surveying the progression of the fight.

With a cackle to himself and a flick of one claw-tipped finger, he seized Wargrave bodily in the Force and shoved him forward.

[Maester Wargrave]

He lost his step only briefly, then gathered the Force shove and turned it into speed. Using the forward momentum,

Wargrave leaped forward, still heading towards De'Ville but this time in the air, his body parallel to the ground. His saber was swinging left to right towards the female Master.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

De'Ville slashed upwards from her left to block Wargrave's flying attack, setting her feet just before the sabers clashed. The lightsabers slid against each other and she bent over backwards, using the Force to allow Wargrave's momentum to carry him completely over her.

She grabbed at his legs while he was still airborne, and with a wrench of her arms spun him horizontal to the ground as she flipped over once, to face him once more. Wargrave landed heavily, and she brought her lightsaber up, to ready for another attack.

[Maester Wargrave]

With an 'oomph' Wargrave hit the ground, his arm slamming down on the hard stone of the ground. There was a bruise forming, he could all ready tell. But he would not stop...would not quit.

His lightsaber had disengaged when he hit the ground. As Wargrave rose, his saber ignited again.

A grim smile came to his face as he waited for the next attack.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

De'Ville raised her hand, grabbing the Goblin with the Force, and hefted the small alien towards Wargrave's saber.

[Maester Wargrave]

The world suddenly slowed. To Wargrave atleast.

As Hobgoblin flew towards his yellow saber, Wargrave let the Force flow through him...enhancing his reflexes and his speed.

His saber disengaged and his body moved towards De'Ville, his right hand striking the Dark Dwarf's head as he passed by.

Wargrave relit his saber and swung towards De'Ville.

[Evil Hobgoblin]

The small alien fell to the ground between Millard and De'Ville, but caught himself on his hands and flipped neatly to his feet. His eyes glowed a fierce red; he extended both hands and let loose twin arcs of Force Lightning that covered the close range quickly.